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I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

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After that chaos, I decide to treat myself. I hit up this little bistro on Rue de la Mairie. I order a burger, and it’s massive! I’m talking two patties, cheese, the works. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven. I’m in my happy place, just munching away, when my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk about your performance.” Ugh, can’t a guy enjoy a burger in peace?

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